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Re: TROLL!COPS: The AU

Please don't flame. At all. Or something. But I would appreciate comments and constructive criticism.

Hrrrmmm, I'll shut up and post now........

First Encounter

Karkat Vantas walked down an alley, on yet another nightly walk. Thinking. It was always just for thinking. Just thinking in the way he-

Wait.

He paused, scowling as he stared suspiciously around him. He swore he had heard something moving...

A wild screech broke the silence of the night. A startled yell burst from Karkat's throat as he was tackled to the ground. He scuffled with the stranger, each one trading vicious blows with the other. His assailant had let from the fucking roof, gog dammit-

The troll shouted angrily in pain as fangs sunk deeply into his left shoulder. That fucking hurt. He tried to reach for his sickle. The attacker noticed his movements and stopped biting. Instead, they opted to grip Karkat with clawed hands, slamming his head against the pavement. Over and over, over and over; red blood started to stain his hair from where his head repeatedly made impact. Karkat was becoming disoriented, bleeding heavily as his struggling became weaker.

Was...this.......it?

His breaths came more and more shallowly with each jarring impact. But then the troll remembered.

Nepeta and Gamzee. They still needed him. He couldn't leave them, not now, not when they needed him so much.

And that was when he made his decision. There was no fucking way he was going to die. There was no fucking way this fuckass was going to kill him. There was no fucking way he'd leave his two friends alone and unprotected.

Karkat squirmed, his harsh movements empowered by his newfound energy. He finally succeeded on landing a head butt on the person who was so intent on killing him. He received a rush of grim satisfaction-and a bit of a headache-as a surprised snarl pierced his ears. Finally, he had a firm grip on his sickle. He sliced upwards in a deadly ark.

This time, his assailant howled in pain.

Good. He'd finally landed a decent blow.

Without a moment's hesitation he kicked and punched his way to freedom. As soon as the injured attacker was off of him Karkat was on his feet, ready to kick this motherfucker's ass.

The attacker scrambled upright into a hunched position, panting raggedly. Karkat got a good view of his face. Yes, his; the attacker was a male troll. Karkat registered him with surprise. This boy-this kid couldn't be more than 19 years old. He had unruly hair, straight, pointy horns, and a face pinched from hunger. His sharp teeth (of course they were sharp, the bite on his shoulder told him that, gog dammit) were bared in a snarl of defiance. Candy red decorated his lips and trickled down his chin. He wore a battered black trench coat, and a grubby shirt and ripped pants. His hands-although claws might better describe them-twitched with a jerky reflex.

But his eyes...his eyes said it all. Pain. Fear. Bloodlust. Rage. They showed him one who had gone too long alone. One who was more beast than sentient being.

And in those eyes, Karkat Vantas saw a piece of himself. A tattered, animalistic rendition that looked as if his mind was halfway gone; but a piece of himself all the same.

He looked at his sickle. Blue blood? Wait, no; it was too dark for that. A closer look revealed that it was indeed a shade of blue. But no blue he had ever seen. A dark blue, so dark it could almost be...black.

Karkat's head snapped up at the boy's low growl. The troll in front of him tried to snarl, but it deteriorated into a cough that wracked his whole body. Karkat-letting his guard down even though his mind screamed at him idiots let their guard down, idiots show pity, idiots get themselves killed-stepped forward.

The troll boy stepped back. Karkat grew frustrated.

"Fuck, I'm not going to-HEY WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING DOING?!"

The boy had leapt up towards the roof, scrambling up the wall with yet another growl. He ran off with an odd gait, switching between the use of two feet or all fours.

Karkat just stood where he was, breathing heavily. That kid.......

.......Well fuck. It wasn't his problem now.

The troll shrugged and walked back the way he had come, his steps quickened by the potential arrival of some cops. They might have been notified of the ruckus.

Even with that potential threat, the night seemed surreal now. It was just way to damn peaceful.

And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling. The fucked up feeling of some kind of twisted pity.

And the really fucked up hope that he would see that kid again.

..................*hides*

Last edited by quixoticFiend; 03-08-2011 at 11:00 PM.
Reason: Typo. Those accursed typos.

See, the theory was that if you cut Nepeta in half she will be only half as cute as she was before.
The problem is you forgot Leijon's law, which dictates as long as Nepeta is involved in any way, shape, or form it always be as adorable as possible.
However, Cutematicians can not agree on precisely what number it is that dictates how cute Nepeta is, however.
They do agree.
No matter how little, bloody, gory, kinky, normal, or otherwise it is of Nepeta.
It will always be cute.

Re: TROLL!COPS: The AU

Maybe Equius? I mean, he's no more likely to look at the Midnight Crew than any of the other cops, but he's been seldom utilised so far and it'd be interesting to see him do something other than hang around in the background.

Be careful not to break forum rules with the torture stuff though. That's something you'll need to be cautious about.

Re: TROLL!COPS: The AU

Well in my headcanon the police doesn't investigate on Midnight Crew. Too much of the force is in their pocket and it'd only cause more trouble as they already pretty much know what they're doing. So all they really can do is hope one of the senior officers can get something solid on them, solid enough that not even a blackmailed or a corrupt judge can do anything for them. But they don't go straight out investigating on them by walking into their territory.

And Eridan is smart enough to know it'd be suicide. So it's mostly left to superheroes to deal with them.

@quixotic: Hey! I liked your fic! It was a good start for a series! ^^
I don't really have much critique to give so I'll just go with that I liiiiked it! xD

Re: TROLL!COPS: The AU

Re: TROLL!COPS: The AU

Sup guys? I decided to make Clubs Deuce as dark as I could. I have no idea if I suceeded. This is a sequel to 3 in the Morning, by the way, but set roughly at the same time. Also, I have a feeling this is going to go horribly, horribly out of control. I've got all the ideas in my head. All of them.

Heart Full of Empty

There were many things people did not know about Clubs Deuce. At least, people who had never seen him before. Though he was infamous for being one of the four main Midnight Crew members, he naturally inspired a feeling of calmness, even friendliness. His clumsy and even adorable behavior could get anyone to lower their guard. And if he wasn’t reminded, usually via liberal jabbing by a cuestick, Deuce would often lower his guard and start talking to his targets. Once he was reminded though, his victims would never be able to underestimate him again.

He was found by Spades Slick in the middle of the Fuckin Mountains as a child, alone, cold, starving, and with a club stained with blood. His parents’ blood. They had made him angry. He had responded by smashing their skulls in without a second thought. He never had second thoughts. Whether he was killing hundreds with a well placed explosive or if he was face to face with his enemy as their heads caved in under his club, he felt nothing. It was why the young Slick knew he would be indispensable in creating his vision. He needed someone who could kill with no remorse, no feelings. Clubs was that man.

This lack of morality proved to be helpful in things besides killing however. For example, escaping out of hell. Impossible without help. The help could be from outside, in the form of a portal into, and more importantly, out of the depths. The much less desirable way was with the assistance of one of the denizens of the realm. The payment they required was enough to make even the cruelest of souls blanch in horror, even the most twisted of minds refuse with the infinitesimal scrap of morality they had. Only one exception had ever accepted the price of the demons.

Mobster Kingpin was pissed. The Midnight Crew, somehow not affected in the slightest by the death of one of their key members, had gone on an unprecedented offense. Over twenty of Kingpin’s “businesses” had been destroyed, ruined, or otherwise disabled. He was coming short on money; some of the officers he had hired were beginning to grumble. And now he was being called down to the elevator shaft. This could only end well. The elevator was one of the portals to the Other Realm that Kingpin had in his possession. It made communing with the Great Ones much easier and more personal as well. Unfortunately, beasts of all sorts had a nasty habit of climbing out to satiate their lust for destruction.

He knew something was different as soon as he saw the bodies. Burn marks. Contrary to popular belief, not all of the Other Realm’s beasts had access to hellfire. In fact, only the most destructive of them could even spark an ember. It was usually demons who could use it. And they very rarely wished to exert the effort necessary to escape, preferring to stay in their own domain. If it isn’t beasts, he thought, and it isn’t a demon, who the hell is it? The sound of gunfire directed him to the most likely area of the monster. He opened the door, behind which the sound of bullets was deafening. His jaw dropped as he saw the short Dersite striding towards his terrified men. More precisely, his jaw dropped when he made out the blood red pitchfork symbol barely visible even to him on Clubs Deuce’s head. He shouted,

“You fools! Drop your weapons and kneel!”

All in the room turned to look at him, Deuce smiling wickedly when he saw who said it. Kingpin’s underlings hesitated, and he shouted at them again,

“Do you not know how to behave in front of one of such power? He is a Great One! Now kneel or he may not be so merciful!”

The terrified gangsters fell to the floor. The begged for mercy, prostrating themselves at Deuce’s feet. He had still not ceased smiling, and he began speaking,

“Excellent.”

The mobsters instantly threw their hand at their ears at the horrible noise that was Deuce’s voice. Their ears began bleeding as they screamed. Kingpin stepped out of the doorway and spread his arms out, enjoying the sound of the demon’s voice as it assaulted his ears. Deuce turned to him.

“Emkay. You have served us well. Now, as you can see, it is time. At last, the body that we have searched for so long has been delivered to us. One who will be capable of performing the acts necessary.”

But then Clubs fell to the ground. He shouted in pain, and the mobsters, still screaming in pain, dropped as well, dead. A burst of energy shot out from the Dersite’s body. Kingpin immediately rushed forward to his master’s aid, but he shook him off.

Kingpin thought to the Crew’s assault on his properties and gears clicked in his head.

“Master, I feel that I know of the perfect sacrifices for one as glorious as you. Three men, each with the weight of hundreds of souls on their bodies. Strong, powerful souls,” he chuckled, “and still not match for your grandeur.”

Clubs looked up, a necessity of his short host body. The wicked smile returned.

“Tell me where I can find them.”

He walked outside and looked up at the clear night sky. A single star shined in the sky, and Hearts Boxcars could practically feel Clubs Deuce looking down at him through that star, congratulating him.

What he didn’t know was that Clubs Deuce was looking at him… from an alleyway behind him.

A N:

The bold, italics, underline isn't Clubs' "quirk" by the way. It's the demon's. Also, wow I just made that last hopeful sentence from 3 in the Morning horrifying, didn't I? I also have a feeling this might be too vague, so just comment if anything's off to you.

Also, I like how you've developed the elevator into the afterlife. I decided to give it to Mobster Kingpin as a way for Don to both reach the afterlife to retrieve Jade while alive and so Don would have to face being insulted when he returned with her. I never even considered that it was a way for MK to commune with the elder evils he gets his dark powers from, and that these portals could be a source of the imps, ogres, basilisks, liches and whatnot that roam the darkest reaches of Alternia City's sewers and catacombs. This is definitely gonna be incorporated in my stuff in the future.

@ashtastic:
Your title cards are great. Though I'm probably not gonna write anything where Eridan is a super villain (got enough supers running around in my own headcanon), I love how you've developed this idea.

Re: TROLL!COPS: The AU

John and Rose! John is 18 and totally wears his Slimer tee underneath his jacket. He wears more grey so he can try to blend into crowds for easier sneaking away to become EGBERT MAAAAAN. Rose is 31 and works at an antique shop/magic store. I just felt like giving her an adult design.

Thanks Wigmund! Now I'll be able to post the second part of my fic today! Or, rather, his past! ^o^

Dundundunnnnnn. XD

EDIT:

Confound it all. I have suck trouble with names. I have an idea for his last name- Caynis. (pronounced *can es*, like Canis Lupus, Latin name for wolf; haha, I'm so unoriginal) But I can't think of his first name. At all.

If you guys could help, that would be great! I'll accept ideas for both first and last names!

Last edited by quixoticFiend; 03-11-2011 at 01:12 AM.
Reason: I need help.